Misfit was in a wreck, but he is far from done!

Sunday was supposed to be just another ride. Instead, a distracted kid in an SUV decided to turn me into their parallel parking assist feature. Spoiler: I'm a terrible bumper.

Result? Four broken ribs, a busted shoulder blade, one sad, collapsed lung, and a hand that's throwing a temper tantrum inside my skin. Also, my motorcycle is now somewhere between "sad art installation" and "expensive paperweight."

I hate asking for help, but thanks to massive hospital bills and not being able to work, it’s either set up a GoFundMe... or start a black market organ operation. (And let’s be real, my lungs aren’t in prime selling condition right now.)

If you can throw a few bucks my way to help cover medical bills, bike repairs, and other expenses, I’d appreciate it.

If not, sharing this around helps just as much — and earns you eternal good karma points.

Thanks for having my back while I work on getting mine fixed.